Such is life, such is love.

Blowing along

the morose winds

these thoughts

of mine

make me complete.

As I lay

under the scattered stars

beneath the nightlight

the sparse images of her

wander along

the back of my heart.

Strange this

impulsive nature of us


makes us cry for happy times

and stupid for the sad times.

But such is life, such is love

She is my life

I am not her love.